It’s about the right size. And it’s plush like my other toys. Except apparently it’s not for me. It’s for the baby. And I have to say, in my little doggie opinion it’s among the strangest things that has taken up residence in the nursery.
At first I wasn’t sure what to make of that crib contraption which will apparently keep me from cuddling with my new little person. Then I was thrown off by the big huge boxes labeled “diapers.” There are just so many! This baby couldn’t possibly require that many diapers. (Right?) Then came the little blue seahorse. At least that’s what my people call it. I call it the alien visitor, which I feel accurately reflects my denial to its presence.
It looks like something I’d love to sink my teeth into and give a good shake. Yet I can tell that is not going to earn me any brownie points any time soon. Because this is a toy for baby Schmidt, mom explained to me, not for doggies.
There’s that darned phrase again. I know it all too well. Not for doggies. Well, at least in this case, it’s fine with me that this seahorse and I do not become friends. The toy is not of my concern.
I realized today (as I kept a safe distance from the wave-like sounds the seahorse was making) that can be said of any of the toys my little person will receive. I know there’s also a teddy bear that makes sounds and a little Scottie dog. But none of these things can come close to the relationship I plan to have with him or her.
We are going to laugh and run and play together. (All in due time, I know). We are going to take long walks together and I’m going to teach him or her games like pickle in the middle and chase. We are going to be best friends. I can feel it. And I can hardly wait.
“Friendship improves happiness and abates misery,” suggested Roman philosopher Marcus Tullius Cicero, “by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.” As frightening as it can be with all it’s different lights and sounds, that seahorse is more than a visitor. I think he’s staying a while. But that’s okay because I know in my heart he doesn’t have anything on me.
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Everything will be okay dear Wiley. My mum had a dog called Dixy when my big people brother was born. When she came home with baby brother she jumped onto the bed and wanted to throw him off because it was supposed to be her space. Daddy had to chase her off , otherwise she would have hurt the baby. she was introduced to the baby a bit later ,not on the bed. It is much better that your little person has his own crib.
Oh goodness gracious, I would never want to hurt the baby! I just want to snuggle. But I understand the idea behind being cautious and will respect my parents’ wishes. I suppose. 🙂
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Scrapydo has a good point, Wyles. However, in looking at your expression – perfect, Wyles – leaning away from the seahorse (that looks nothing like a real seahorse – and it must be due to the sound of waves, did you say?! (creepy) – you are the newbie’s best friend and most sought after “toy” he or she will hanker for. By the way, Wyles, I noted you slipped and called the new arrival a “he” as in “…I’m going to teach him games ….” – What if he is a she, Wyles? There is a very famous song about this, my friend. If you are not familiar, or worse, if your Mama or Dad is not familiar with it, oh… you’re missing out. It is simply called The Soliloquy, and it can be found here –
Oh second thought… I went to find it and listened to afresh – I’m doing a post on it, Wyles, for you and your Dad…. Love HuntMode
Dear Huntie,
You’re right about that – mom had to work pretty hard to get me to cooperate next to that darned seahorse. It frightens me with all the odd sounds it makes.
As for the mention of a he or a she – I’m not sure where that came from! Wishful thinking perhaps? I know I could get along well with either a little boy or girl, but I’ve had this feeling it was a boy for some time now. We shall see…
Lots of love,
Wyles
We shall indeed, Wyles – hopefully, sooner rather than later!
Hopefully…it’s giving me baby blues to watch her suffer as she has been in recent days.
This baby couldn’t possibly require that many diapers. (Right?) Haaaa haaaa hee heee heee
My mom had the same reaction to that line…I wonder why… 😉
My Mom, in discussing her first child, said plaintively, “What I really wanted was a Cocker Spaniel… Patrick was two months premature, weighed about or less than 2 lbs, and the nurses all were gushing about him before I got to see him…. they brought him in and my first thought was he looked like a pale frog….” She adored him, of course, and yet… there are those errant thoughts…
Errant thoughts indeed. These do happen sometimes…and yet they seem to have a way of resurfacing as pleasantries.
Funny how life and perspective can put a positive spin on just about anything, isn’t it?
Lots of love,
Wyles
Aw! A little Scottie dog plush toy? So cute! You must show us pictures of it!! We plan to have lots of those around when little ones come around here. Much love, The Scottie Mom.
Yes! I actually thought of the Scottie Mom family when I saw that toy for the first time. I will be sure to share pictures soon. Stay tuned! 🙂
Wiley – you have such a great doggie smile that baby Schmidt will surely be smiling and laughing with you alot. I understand that babies don’t always like sharing their toys (or else they cry), but maybe you can share your toys as that is what big brothers do sometimes. And I was just reading that exposure to dogs seems to help babies and kids have fewer allergies as they grow up. You are going to be helpful in so many ways!
p.s. You will have fun with so many new smells, but don’t try to eat a diaper!
Dear friend,
I’ve been warned of this toy sharing business being somewhat one-sided, at least when the baby is in what my people call a newborn and toddler stage. While it does concern me slightly, I am certain all of the laughter and fun we will be having will more than make up for our disagreements regarding our toys. What fabulous news that is about less allergies and illnesses! I think mom heard something like that too, which we are all very happy about. 🙂 I’m not making any promises about the diapers….the nose wants what the nose wants! 😉
Lots of love,
Wiles
“the nose wants what the nose wants!” – that’s a good one Wiley!
You are going to have the best time!!
I think so too, especially now that I’ve met him. Right now I have to pick up the slack with play time (until he gets a little older) but I don’t mind. 😉
I’m sure in a few years time he will be running you ragged!
I can hardly wait!
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All in due time, I know.